Robin had fallen asleep in his arms. She had finally stopped shaking when he put his arms around her. She was so fragile; so frail. He would kill that bastard that had hurt her; he would feel pain in more than one way. Amon looked down to her angelic face and the porcelain like complexion of her skin and pushed a lock of hair from her face. He bent down, kissing her forehead and stood beside her bed. He moved slowly, not to wake her. It would take forever to get her back to sleep again. "He won't hurt you again, Robin. I love you." He whispered and turned around slowly, walking out to the waiting room where Sakaki, Miho, and Doujima anxiously awaited any news.

He walked towards them, his head down. His eyes burned like bright embers with rage and an unrelenting hatred. He'd pay, oh yes, he'd pay with his life.

All three of them had the sigh of worry on their faces as they ran up to him. "Is she alright?" They all asked in unison.

Amon nodded silently, his dark hair falling into his eyes protecting them from a wrath he would soon let free. "Yes, she's sleeping." Doujima started to walk passed him but he grabbed her arm, pulling her back gently. "Don't bother her. Let her have the rest she deserves for now."

Doujima was about to ask why, but nodded instead and sat back down. Miho and Sakaki were still waiting. For anything, for everything. "What's going to happen?" Miho finally asked with her eyes trembling with tears.

Amon sighed and walked over, grabbing his jacket that was sprawled across two seats. "We're going to Factory."

Miho's eyes widened. No, it couldn't be. No way in Hell. "B-but why?" She asked, placing her hands in front of Amon keeping him from moving another inch.

He turned to her, his eyes on the edge of fire. "Because HE hurt her. And HE will pay. I guess that our old habits of using Orbo are wasteful. Fuck Orbo, Fuck Zaizen, and Fuck Factory… If witches such as this asshole can destroy peoples lives even within captivity, he deserves to rot in Hell. We have no choice.. But to terminate.. The problem. If you have any problems with that, tough shit. Get out of my way." He ordered. "If you're coming with me, Good.. If not, stay here and watch over Robin. Do you understand?"

There was a pause and Amon pushed her out of the way, gently, though firmly. Without turning around again, he started walking for the exit. He could feel their stare on his back, but he didn't care. He was going to get Justice. Justice for Robin, Justice for the world…

Sakaki ran after him after a few seconds, grabbing his own coat and ripping the keys from his jean pockets. He turned back to Miho and Doujima for a moment. "Watch her. Call us if anything else happens.." They nodded. "We'll be back." He then rushed off and the sound of a roaring car and motorcycle could be heard.

Sakaki kept close to Amon as much as he could, but he was driving at least 120 miles per hour. He revved the bike and went faster and faster each second.

Amon sat in the driver's seat of the car. He looked over for just a moment and picked up the cell phone, dialing a number. "Michael…" He paused. "We're going to Factory. I'll explain later. Give me the codes.. Or of what you can find. Now!"

"Alright." Michael said, typing at unbelievable speeds to catch what he needed. He knew what had happened, well, bits and pieces of it and he knew that Amon probably wasn't in the best of moods. It wasn't a good idea to ask Amon questions, or pester Amon when he was in a bad mood. No fraking way.

Michael had finally retrieved the information and sent it to Amon. "Good luck." He said.

"Thanks. We'll sure as hell need it." Amon tossed the cell phone to the other seat and pounded his foot into the gas petal. He looked into the rear view mirror, just to make sure that Sakaki wasn't that far behind. The car raced off, the back end fishtailing to a stop. He paused. All he could hear was her words in his head. I can't stop him. I can't take it anymore. He's in my mind; in my dreams. Help me, Please.

Amon slowly stepped from the confinement of the car and looked up seeing Sakaki finally pull up next to him. "We have some of the codes. If we need to get into another part of the building, we're screwed."

Sakaki nodded as Amon handed him a clip of .9mm bullets; and these were not filled with Orbo. They were the real, hard and cold bullets. The ones that could and would kill. Sakaki looked up to Amon for a minute.

He was looking towards the building and he gave a sigh. He really didn't know what was going to happen or what he was going to do with that bastard once he found him… If he found him. He hoped Zaizen would understand, maybe even… Ha.. Yeah, right. He would have to do this by himself. If he angered Zaizen by killing this bastard, he really didn't care. This was going to happen whether he agreed with his tactics of not.

"It's time." Amon said, walking towards the building.